Have you ever had a dream that you were killed? What is up with THAT?! I had a dream last night that was really long and ended with me being hit by a truck. The dream had my mom in it (who passed away several years ago) and somehow I got lost in a Costco (told you it was weird).
I met up with my husband, son, and father outside Costco and got into a car with them. While driving down a busy, two-laned road, I asked my husband to immediately stop the car. I jumped out of the car holding 2 Mason jars. I looked down at them and wondered why I was holding them when I looked up just in time to get hit by a truck. Now it gets weird (ok, it was already weird).
I disappear and my body turns to smoke and fills the jars. I am seeing police tape off the area of the road where I was killed. I see my family crying on the side of the road. I hear the police say that the driver commited a “hit and run” and can’t be found. I go over to my husband and tell him that I am still here. I have been told that I can say good-bye to 15 people before I go. He hears me in his head and says he doesn’t understand. He looks at the mason jars that are in the middle of the police tape on the asphalt, and sees the smoke in them. I tell him that I am in the jars and as long as the jars are full, I am still here. I tell him I will be right back.
I visit my in-laws, my brother and others. I tell them I love them and that I will always be with them. I have to go. My mother-in-law cries. I then hear my husband say that the smoke is leaving the jars. I think “I need to tell my husband and son how much I will miss them”. Just then, I wake up.
What on Earth was that about? Kind of makes you wonder what is “really” bugging you to make your brain come up with strange things like that. It reminds me of another dream I had last year:
I was in the passenger seat of a big car next to a stranger. We are driving on a very windy road somewhere in California. All of the sudden, the driver drives off the road over the cliff. Next thing I know, I am in an office with an angel typing at a desk. I go up and ask what is going on. The angel says that I died and have a seat. I get VERY UPSET and demand to know why I am dead. Afterall, I don’t WANT to be dead. The angel looks up and says: “You had your 3 seconds. You didn’t use the 3 second rule.”
I scream that I have no idea what the 3 second rule is. The angel says: “Everyone knows that when you are about to die, you have 3 seconds to cancel it and remain living. You didn’t use your 3 seconds wisely. Now you are dead.”
I woke up after that one. I think my brain needed to reboot or something after a comment like that one. Isn’t it amazing what our minds can do? Quantum physics, advanced mathematics, compose a symphony, and come up with some extremely bizarre dreams about death. Weird.